Schisms

No wonder we've wandered

beyond safety's bounds

hands bound.

Focus thrown

a stone's throw

into the throes.

Obsession and repetition

consumed our petitions for a session with clarity.

Stuck in rhythms

bouncing musically

to the dissonance of schisms.

No wonder our peace

wandered into pieces;

We journeyed through doors

with no adjournments.

Outstretched our elasticity: alas,

demons wrenched lucidity from our grasp.

They rasped,

"No wonder you've wandered

beyond safety's bounds,

hands bound."

"Willful ignorance, in a sense,

abandons innocence,

and gives us grounds."